As we deepen our capacity for direct perception, we find that all things are aware, that all are looking at us, that all are communicating with us. And these communications of meaning go deep. They literally are communicative touches of living being. – Stephen Harrod Buhner
There they stood, gathered at the bottom of the garden.Good to hide under at dusk, when supper was almost ready. Fine shelter from the sun in the hot summer afternoons.
My fingers are sticky with white resin as I press the powder into the capsule-maker. The sweet pungent Mastíkha scent is intoxicating, and my mind meanders back to this missed encounter with the mastic tree.
OLD STONE TEACHERS
My first time in Greece, I can’t fully understand which old stones matter most. The ones that have been cut and organized by humans, or the ones simply there, being stones. Assuming I can tell them apart.
Walking the Camino Francés, Naranja is on my path, growing not so far on the Costa Del Sol. So I trade my Canadian apple for the fruit that shines in the Mediterranean winter.
THE BLESSED MOTHER
I am a capricorn from the interior mountains. My hooves are adapted to tread on firm ground. The land that nurtured me from birth is the Canadian shield, where water takes the shape of still, cold lakes and fast flowing rivers.